Lyrics:
buy
Clothes by mail order
And get them back within two weeks
After twenty years or more the South
Was still mending it's wounds
From the civil war
But
was she
'Till a fine young American from the sea
To her garden came
They met 'neath the cherry blossoms everyday
And he taught her how to love
the American man
Free man
Haunted by the music
Ghosts of generations
Beat the drums for freedom
Those that toiled and suffered
And those they try
mom
He's the all American bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey Bungalow Bill
What did you kill
Bungalow Bill?
Deep in
If tomorrow all the things were gone
I'd worked for all my life
And I had to start again
With just my family by my side
I'd thank my lucky stars,
American schemes
Fueled by American greed
My American dreams, my American schemes
Fueled by American dreams
It's American me, it's American me
By any means
When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar
You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart
And Opry music on a Saturday night
Brings
American me, so wild and so free
Crossing the borders did nothing to me
The milk and the honey were power and greed
That's how it goes, American
All Americans
There's a strip mall round the corner, Lease signs in every window
All Americans
There's a strip mall round the corner, Lease
down
Yellow dog school bus kickin' up red dust
Pickin' us up by a barbed wire fence
MTV on the RCA, no A/C in the vents
We were Jesus save me, blue
the hammer down,
It's the country-fried truck endorsed by a clown!
Canyonero! (Yah!) Canyonero!
[Krusty:] Hey Hey
The Federal Highway commission has
I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things
it up, windows fogging up
We were living it up, up, up in that American love
I parked the Chevy by the levy on a Friday night
We were naming all
was she
Till a fine young American from the sea, to her garden came
They met 'neath the cherry blossoms every day
And he taught her how to love in
I don't need to be a global citizen
'Cause I'm blessed by nationality
I'm member of a growing populace
We enforce our popularity
There are things
dying in them streets
We lying to the streets
We blinded by the streets
We cornered by the streets
No leaders in the streets that
Lead us to the streaks
He was born in the belly of the country,
Over East of Eden, yeah,
Confused by the big city blues,
He didn't know whose life he's leading, no,
Put
as mission
In trance in trance
Trans-American
Stand by the statue in fog
Events and casual affairs
I want to walk
Heat of the day
Heat of the day
and the headline read
"All-American Comeback Kid"
He was recruited by the best schools in the land
He decided he would sign with his Uncle Sam
Kissed his mama
My eyes are up here
I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream
I am not your American Dream, Your American Dream
Hey Mr. Music
The life
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
We're all American girls
And we love the life that we lead
We're all American girls
Hear what we say, know what we mean
We're all American girls
Creeped out American girl
Creeped out by the carpet signals
Creeped out by the magical world
Everything is happening behind your eyes
Creeped out
there's nothing left by morning light
Drive it 'til your chassis bottoms out
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah
Got it in the blood, the kid's American
Underneath
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